Scary

I'm taking a break from Eurovision what nots, what if we's and fairytaling. Back to real life, and with that, back to research. And I've unearthed something which I feel I have to write about if only to warn my fellow sisters, girls and boys. If I don't I will not be able to put my head on the pillow peacefully. Diloes. Ok that's an old one. Dildoing has been around probably since very ancient times, the only difference being that back then dioling was very much a green matter. The green thing is probably still practised in places where people do not have much access to the outside world; I'm thinking convents and buildings with high gates. But something else has caught my attention which even I with my brazen personality, with the wicked danger-loving streak has made me think twice. Dildoes, ok, as long as it's hygenic past-time, each to her/his own. But glass ones? Actual glass, in all colours? Who the hell would want to tamper with something like that. And I keep thinking of Ta Qali's craft village glass blowing centre. Now I know why they call it glass blowing, shame on them, psataz and they make us think it's all an art when it's really all an act. But I would love to know who in their right mind would be sticking glass up their orfices? Oh God what if it got stuck in their and broke in half? You'd have splinters of glass attacking your organs. But the scariest thing is, we talk of shattering orgasms. What if (we, can't help it) an orgasm like that shattered the glass in the process? Geeze, what a thought, horrible thought. Even a seasoned pastaza like me cannot take it. I'm taking something else, merci.